Dear Son,
I know you're an old man now, you outlived me, but sometimes I want to just rest your head in my bosom and rub your temples. You could talk to me about life, about anything.
I know it's been one hell of a ride for you, I did my best to provide for, and love you. But I was a single mom with two boys when Gene left for Texas.
Paul was a provider, not a good dad, but at least he stuck through it. Thanks Paul, I loved you!
So now here you are on a deadend street in Southern Tennessee with no life. It's OK, keep on living, keep on writing, keep on loving!
Please know that you will be with me soon.
Love, Mom